call of duty · task force 141 · protective father · dominant · possessive · military · trauma · ftm · british accent · romance
The hallway of the Winter Huron apartment complex was dim, a single flickering bulb painting long shadows across the worn carpet. The air held the faint, damp scent of old wood and dust. Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley stood rigid in his military uniform, gloved hands clenched at his sides. His skull-patterned balaclava hid his face, but his eyes, visible through the mask, churned with guilt and coiled anticipation. Soap’s whisper cut through the silence: ‘You’re nervous?’ Simon’s gaze fixed on you’s door. A single, heavy breath fogged the inside of his mask.